Deconstruction of a Prom Queen

a tiny tiera graces her head
manicured fingers and congradulations said
the flawless smile
the angelic face
the perfectly tanned body
no competition found to date
society fed her
their stereotypical ideas
of how to look
dress,
and how to feel
every day she looks in the mirror and
flaws she finds
and must make perfect in time
"eat less and you'll be fine"
outwardly she appears to be the queen
inside she's still
just an empty me
the scale becomes
a daily obsession
she must be perfect there is no question
her friends and family
they do not see
the battle within
the deconstrucion of the queen
she hungers
yet she does not nourish
lies and excuses
spawn and flourish
"please make me what he wants me to be"
"i feel so fat"
"just let me be"
her body grows weak
and is dying a little
the rat race ends
in the hospital
they teach her to see
through the lying mirrors
to walk away from obsessions
and her psychological fears
many years pass
and she's different somehow
no expectations
and now...
no crown
the scales disappear
and all the full length mirrors
she heals they think
but the fear is still near
"will someone love me?"
"have i let myself go?"
"how can i be perfect, if I have no control?"
one day comes along
a new love with a limit
the worries begin
and her whole heart is in it
the need to be flawless
she sees once again
"i'll eat less"
"i'll lose a few pounds"
"he's not gonna love me...
if i get round"
outwardly people think she's on top
yet inside
she's torn
will she ever stop?

addicted to you

love
real love
that defeats the boundries of space and time
love that lasts forever
unconditional;
hard to find
head racing with thoughts of hearts intertwined
skipping a beat
when we speak
and the world fades around us
only you and i exist
could it be real?
don't wake me if i'm dreaming
don't want to be sad and alone
fists of rage and inside screaming
kiss me again
my heart swoons and soars
till i'm breathless
dying a little
still begging for more
touch my hand
let my senses become all that you are
the warmth of your touch
the aching i feel
the hurt and the heartache
if this can't be real
needing and pleading
and searching your eyes
sinking deeper in desire
subsisting on this man of mine
ears filled with the beat of your heart
with the whisper of your sweet words
drunk on the fire in my heart that you burn
wrap me in your arms
lose sight of our seperateness
tangled and intertwined
mangled and meshed with forgetfullness
make me gasp
make me hunger
i'm greedy when it comes to you
never leave me lonely
envelope
consume
anger
excite
renew
swept with ceaseless, undying passion
addicted to you